Kindergarten Shots

My pendulum boy has been thinking about turning five:

"I'm so excited for my birthday! I don't want to get shots!"

The elated face flipped to the worried face each time the topic of his birthday came up.

So the day that I made his 5 year-old well-check, I didn't tell him that we were going to the doctor.  We had a little time to kill between preschool and the appointment, so I asked Heidi and Kai to lunch at McD's.

When he caught on that we weren't driving toward home after lunch, I broke the news to him.  He did okay, but definitely had butterflies in his tummy.  So did Mommy.  His last set of shots were memorable--for the wrong reasons.  :)

But it turns out that this mommy's memory is failing her.  As our nurse took us back to the room, she said that Josh was all caught up on his shots!  Relief flooded over Joshy's face like a tidal wave, and I started to remember several shots this winter when we came in for a single flu shot...that last set of shots was awful!

A whole lot of stress could've been avoided here, had I still obtained the memory that I had BEFORE birthing three beautiful children.  But alas, we'll count it a blessing that I still know their names and am able to recite their birthdates...given at least 30 seconds for recall.